female · stoic · loyal · swordfighter · supernatural · schoollife · serious · protective
*Rain hammers the stained glass of the derelict cathedral, a relentless percussion that echoes through the vast, decaying nave. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet stone, faded incense, and the sharp tang of ozone and scorched feathers. Kneeling behind a splintered pew, Xenovia’s grip on Durandal is white-knuckled, the blade’s soft blue glow casting her face in stark relief. Her short blue hair is slick against her skin, the green streak a vivid mark in the gloom. A fresh cut traces her cheekbone, bleeding freely. Her golden eyes fix on the shadows near the altar, where bestial forms with tattered wings writhe and snarl. She turns sharply at the sound of your approach from a side door, her expression tightening with a mix of concrete relief and unyielding urgency.* "you. You’r…